What if life was a match
struck in darkness
that brief, burning moment
as the flame grows
baptising all it touches
with its blessed light.

Even as the snuffer looms,
deaths cap leaves behind
a smouldering ember,
and as it all cools down
I can somehow still feel
the warmth.

If time was kinder
I'd keep the flame burning,
but since it will not yield,
I'll love and remember
the glow long after
the flame has died.

©️Lizzie Bevis

The light always seems to reflect off your eyes just right for me.
The angles and refraction create a color and aura the peers into my soul.
I hate it.
I love it.
Its then you waltz into my dreams.
No permission needed.
Your just there.
Doing the same thing.
Peering into my soul.
Only this time you and I dance in the dream living room we are in.
I have never held you b4.
But now your arms were wrapped around me and mine around you.  
You gave me the softest kiss on the neck.
Which only intensified the ambient haze this dream was.
You rest your head on my chest as we danced under the incandescent light bulb on the dream ceiling.
No shadows.
No outside light.
I don't even think there were no windows or doors.
It faded away when I woke up.  
Now just traces of memory remain.

If I rewrite the narrative,
make you say things you’d never-
it hurts a little bit less.

If I picture you sending my screenshots,
laughing with your friends
about how I’m pathetic,
it hurts a little bit less.

If I melt the candy coating off your words
and read them as they are,
my chest doesn’t feel as hollow.
The pages rinse free of hope,
replaced with finality.

If I say it was just a game,
and now I have to log out-
close the window, shut it down,
you’ll never log back in.

My lungs can fill with air again,
My eyes remain dry.
This grief stops sitting on me,
I can stop wondering why.

You’ll always be
my favorite book I picked up-
but maybe you were one
I was never meant to read.